Time to give up!

Well, here's the proof: the bird-brain has outwitted us! Having spent the better part of the last couple of weeks chasing the daft bird out of the house (where it was attempting to build a nest in the sort of daft place that makes you wonder about the use of logic and common sense in the natural world), and from the shutter-box, where the daft thing managed to create nothing less than an artistic impression of a post-nuclear world using moss and the like, we nipped off to play squash on Monday, and someone really pulled their finger out! Presumably, realising that the biological clock was ticking away (??!), what the bird (s?) had failed to achieve in the preceding weeks, was accomplish in the space of 2 or 3 hours, and we returned to find a nicely-built, occupied nest. I didn't have the heart to evict it, and so, here we are. We get watched by its remarkably beady eyes every time we sit down for a meal, but other than that (and the quaint insistence it has on sitting on a strip of plastic I put there to act as a discouraging distraction...rubber sheets for the kids?) we're getting along fine. One problem that might loom is the fact that there's a weasel in the neighbourhood that has a strange obsession with dancing on our car roof every night (and then having a crap on the back left-hand side of the roof...another tradition I fail to comprehend), and weasels eat eggs, don't they? Things might get more interesting yet!